A fine East Village morning. And not a drunken Santa in sight. twitter.com/evgrieve/statu…
— evgrieve (@evgrieve) December 22, 2012
Joe was not the most famous rock star – but he was the best.
If you came of age in the Seventies, his death meant as much as losing John Lennon – an unbearable loss, leaving a gap that would never be filled.
Because Joe was unique.
Punk’s great humanitarian, he never stopped believing that the music had the power to change individual lives, and that those lives had the power to change the world.
As he got older, his idealism only increased, and his fire burned still brighter.
I knew him before he had a record deal and I saw him just before he died.
And in my entire life I never met anyone with a bigger heart than Joe Strummer.
“Without people, you’re nothing,” he once said.
